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[hischair]

— iece of crap. [ There's grumbling as the viewscreen jostles, bright blue (bloodshot) eyes squinting into it curiously. The would-be handsome face glances away a moment later, eyebrows pulled together; he's sick or was prior to arriving, more worn out from the exertion of walking than any young man ought to be. ] Alright, good. You'll do for the time being.

This is Captain Kirk of the starship Enterprise ordering any and all Federation crewmen to report back with the location of the nearest Starfleet outpost. I'm off-world when I shouldn't be. This "computer" — [ you can practically see the airquotes around his sour tone ] — isn't responding as it should or giving me the information I need. I'm getting nothing but interference when I try and open a standard sub-space channel, the frequency's all off ... damn, this thing's gonna fry if I keep messing with it.

[ Opening his mouth to continue, a hurk noise clogs his throat and hastily, the video clatters to the ground as Jim reels around to vomit into the fountain. Classy. ]

[ Of course, where a sick Jim is, a wild, angry Bones appears. ]

Goddammit, Jim! [ He's there all of a sudden, a hand on jim's shoulder holding him for support and a - somewhat crazy expression on his face. ] Jesus Christ, why are you out of the medbay if you're sick?! Don't move or I'll hypo your ass!

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[hischair]

He called you Bones.

[medicos]

Why, do you own that nickname?

[hischair]

Yes?

[medicos]

[ unimpressed. ]

[hischair]

[ HONEST. Also exasperated. ]

I can't deal with this jackass, you do it.

[medicos]

[ exasperated. ]

You child, just because someone took your favourite toy. Learn to share.

[hischair]

I'd rather understand how everyone seems to know us. I don't have time to be some smartmouth's nanny just because he feels like exercising the right to need one.

[ Rubbing his eyes, Jim sinks back down to sit on the edge of the fountain and take a steadying breath. Yeah, his headache's doing a number on him after waking up and walking around so suddenly. ]

[medicos]

[ he doesn't address that, knows it's useless.

he just sighs and sits beside him, a hand on his shoulder. ]

It took two weeks for you to wake up after that day, Jim. You can't do everything that you want to right now so just pace yourself. Someone mentioned that there's a hospital around. I'll get you some things that'll help when we get to it.

[hischair]

I've got a headache from jumping around too much, that's all. I'm fine, Bones, cross my heart not to collapse.

[ Patting him on the knee, he offers a smile. ]

I'm glad you're here, even if all of this sucks. I need you.

i'm glad i have this icon now

[medicos]

You're not listening.

[ well, he should have expected that. ]

God help us all if you actually get stuck in the twenty-first century without me. You wouldn't last a day.

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[hischair]

You're going to have fun with the medical equipment, pretty sure it's all knives and needles at this point in history.

[ You butcher. ]

[medicos]

Yeah? And who do you think is going to be on the receiving end of those if they end up doing something idiotic?

[ don't provoke him. ]

[hischair]

I'm not going to do anything stupid if this really does turn out to be a diplomatic affair, Bones.

[medicos]

Don't make promises you can't keep.

[hischair]

It's my job to keep you safe, but I won't provoke the natives if I can help it. Happy? [ Pausing. ] No scroll-snatching.

[medicos]

What if it's a scroll you need? [ at this point he's probably just trolling you, jim. ]

[hischair]

I'll borrow it.

[medicos]

Smartass.

[hischair]

[ Leaning sideways into him, he gives a fond nudge. ]

Twenty-first century, though. I'm really not going to enjoy this.